If you kick my dorg, or go after my gin, then you rouse all the monkey in me.

Those two do all my cattle work.

Come here, Maggie," he called, and the slight "boy" walked over with a graceful, easy swing.
"This is new feller ?" he said, introducing Carew, who bowed gracefully.
"He b'long Sydney.

You think him plenty nice feller, eh ?" "Yowi," said the girl laughing.

"He nice feller.